Monthly Archives: September 2016
But while I travel around working gigs and having experiences that many people feel they desire, something gnaws deep inside me.
Based off the images and captions included, file might have been an inventory of virtual fresh produce.
Do you realize how difficult it is to look someone you love in the eyes and tell them what they mean to you?
I still see Betelgeuse on camping trips with friends and family, and I still think of it as mine.
And this scares me. Really scares me. Because our brains are wired for forgetting.
NOTE: In this post, I use a lot of CAPS LOCK. You may worry that this is because I am mad at you. It is.
Hello, my name is Matt and I’m a gearaholic.
Self-exploration and discovery don’t stop at the end of the twenties or upon graduation or after getting married or ever.
That is exactly what It’s Always Sunny manages to do; it takes the depravity we all hold in common and, with a little creativity and a lot of imagination, makes it feel oddly magical.
The raven knows that the world is no friend to the vulnerable, and so it finds as many ways as it can to diversify its armor, to outwit its prey, and to outlive its enemies.
Specifically, I want to suggest that irrespective of the cloak-and-dagger politics it portrays, The X-Files does an excellent job of exposing our secret pleasure in conspiracy theories.
I went vegetarian almost six years ago. It started as a refusal to put my money into the meat industry and, once I lost the taste for burgers and sausages, it turned into a permanent habit.
We joked about casseroles and politeness and the American Midwest. Then he asked me how I like Cologne.
The woman in the white sedan will go home, call her best friend, and say: “I started crying in the drive-thru today, and they gave me extra napkins.”
Its branches bloomed with little white, fuzzy pearls that I thought were baby rabbits being born.
“All the lonely people / where do they all come from? All the lonely people / are they actually as lonely as they look or are they just having a bad day?” – Paul McCartney and me
I’ve never quite understood the call of the West, a siren song so strong that some will risk—and lose—their lives to follow it.
I reach for something on the floor, feel a breeze on my chest, and we both realize why the shirt has been so long closeted. “Oh,” I say. “Damn.”
Here I am, commuting by car into the big city. Here I am, one half of a white couple in an immigrant town. Here I am, trying to live honestly in an unfamiliar place, with imagination and empathy.
“When I’m feeling tired, when I’m feeling upset, when I don’t want to get out of bed, you know what I say? I. Love. My. Life.” She paused, looked at us, and yelled, “I LOVE MY LIFE!”
Third shift at a hotel is a unique experience. I get to see the raw, unvarnished self of people. The truth behind their public façade.
The sun keeps rising everyday, whether you wake early to see it or not. (Every now and then, you should wake early.)
They looked friendly enough. Cute, too, but that probably wouldn’t be the point. I had suffered through enough bad Tinder dates to abandon all hope of swiping my way into love.
1. Look up the passages you’ll be preaching on and read them.
Like Bob Costas, who only gets pulled out every two years from whatever coat closet NBC hides him in, the Olympics are full of those sports that no one really cares about until the next Olympics.
My father walks the meadow in the early morning.
It takes two to tango. If the mosquito gets off scot-free, successful and without need of a getaway car, this robber has engorged itself with three times its weight in blood.
Texting without emojis is like talking with your hands behind your back. Certainly possible—but a little less dynamic.